I hop in your whip and take a sip, then I gun itI don't, I don't got much self-control, I hope that you run itI'm bipolar with the switch up just as quick like you cummin'I don't, I don't got much self-control, I hope that you run it

I'm not a cheater, but if I'ma be accused, might as well beYou tell me you'll take me back when hell freezes, but females be Rushin' me outside my telly, temptation overwhelms meLike my monthly bill from Sprint, they chargin' me for a selfieChargin' me, so I gave my hotel keyEh, I was tryna be nice

You're such a nice guy, a nice guyYou're faithful, you don't lieAfter the club, you go back home, right?Right?! Sike!

I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truckSuck my dick, you fuckin' suck, bitch

I play your music while you suffer like I'm Carmichael PolarYou tied up in the basement while I chill on your sofaLa próxima yo sé que mejor me quedo solaEstas de buenas que yo ya vendí mi pistola

I'm an emotional wreck, weak Everything over-affects me When you joke it upsets me You say I'm no good at sexAnd you think I'm gross and unsexy I need Scope 'cause my breath stinks You hope I choke on a Pepsi Bitch, you was supposed to correct me! Been textin' you since three, I still get no fucking replyYou say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king sizeFuck you goin' in those knee-high boots? Cut it out, bitchI doubt that you're goin' to house sitIn that outfit, no skin-tight Levi'sEvery word that comes out your mouth's a fucking lieOh, it's spring time, time for you to have a fling like a slingshotYou say 'don't come over' 'cause you got pink eyeBut I think I got just the thing, whyDon't I bring my fuckin' bat and just swing by?